THE OTHER two, slight
air and purging fire, |
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Are both with thee, wherever I abide; |
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The first my thought, the other my desire, |
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These present-absent with swift motion slide. |
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For when these quicker elements are gone |
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In tender embassy of love to thee, |
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My life, being made of four, with two alone |
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Sinks down to death, oppressd with
melancholy; |
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Until lifes composition be recurd |
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By those swift messengers returnd from
thee, |
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Who even but now come back again, assurd |
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Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: |
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This told, I joy; but then no
longer glad, |
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I send them back again, and straight
grow sad. |
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